Scoil: Mohill (B.) (uimhir rolla 12415)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. One of the Lost Legion

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Old Ireland is a noted place for deep and earnest thinkers;
   But no one seems to think about our roving friends, the tinkers.
   These move about from place to place, with wagons, carts and tents,
   and never seem to worry about laws or Governments.
   A happy carefree people all, as hardy as young hares,
   Though how they live, or how they die, nobody knows or cares.

   They have no settled residence, or fixed place of abode,
   But ramble round and pitch their tents on any sheltered road;
   They build up blazing fires out of bush and farmers' gates.
   And cook and eat and sing and fight, and pay no rent or rates.
   For frost and snow, and sleet and hail, they have a great disdain.
   They never got a colic, cold, or any brand of pain.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Archibald Oliver Edward Bradshaw

   Inscne

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